Descent of the Phoenix

"琉月." Xuanyuan Yi's eyes flashed a bit of clearness, and decided to look at the moon and Shen Sheng: "When you were thin and ordinary, it should be inherited from Murong Yi's lineage, that side should not be interested. Therefore, there is no big deal to give marriage to you.

However, the widow did not think that you have always hidden the true face, you are so succinct, inheriting your mother's blood.

The blood of that side will never stay in these seven countries. ”

The last sentence of the smashing of the iron, so that the brow of Haoyue wrinkled tightly.

Moving in the footsteps, Xuanyuan Yi went to an ancient book displayed on the side of the painting, and said, "The widows think that although you are as good as you are, but you are not exposed, I am afraid that the party does not know.

You and Cheer are so affectionate, marrying you, maybe you can leave you with Che.

I thought there, the night of the lonely night, the five countries came, you were sent to the cusp of the cusp, this even if the widow and Murong invincible want to suppress the sound, can not hold back. ”

Speaking of this, Xuanyuan easily took the ancient book and handed it to the moon.

Haoyue frowned and reached out and looked at it. The look was abrupt.

Xuanyuan easily looked at the face of Haoyue's slight change and sighed with a sigh: "Moon, the son of the widowed man knows how much he has."

The five countries have come. He said that he can cope with it, that others can be confused, and that the widows are not too chaotic.

However, they knew you, they came, and if this is the right eye to face them, then our heaven is the great disaster of destroying the country.

They, we can't resist it, we can't resist it.

Months, don't blame the widows for selfishness. The widows don't want Tianchen to die. They don't want any damage to the children. I only have this outstanding son. After Tianchen, I still depend on him. I don't want it to be gone. The centuries-old Tianchen was so ruined. ”

Speaking of this, Xuanyuan Yi does not claim to be an ecstasy. The words and sentences of me are full of fear and full of grief.